Thanks for your note. She desired me to send the Chapter on to you and so I send it—tho' it will just have to travel back to her1— This is worse than anything in Zoe, to my judgement; in fact perfectly disgusting for a young English woman to write—and
from Chapman's point of view quite “unfit for circulation in families.” I would not have such stuff dedicated to me, as she proposed, for any number of guineas.2 But I am done with counselling her, her tendency towards the unmentionable is too strong for me to stay it.

I am not going tomorrow after all—nor any other day for the present. Tho' suffering from the change of temperature to an extent
that made such enterprise a considerable risk, I would still have forced myself to go had not a letter from Mr C this morning indicated a sudden wish that I would give it up— and so leave him free to come home himself immediately if he did not get rid of a cold which he has caught there— “An interesting family” aint we? And my maid barks like a house-puppie—and my kitten when I saw her last
was running at the eyes—